There were so many little things.
Yelling at her mother when she was on a miniature power trip as a toddler running around wrecking the house. Accidentally starting a fire in the compound when all she wanted to do was burn the history book her teacher was forcing her to read from cover to cover. Anytime she gave anyone a fright by breaking a limb or getting knocked out cold.
But those were the regrets of a fiercely headstrong girl. Small. Trivial. Of little consequence when the world opened and became more than just ice and snow and the glow of an igloo or the wall of an Avatar’s prison.
Here, in Republic City, there were much bigger things to regret.
Letting Bo go off without any support or help when he was captured and forced through that harrowing ordeal. Challenging Amon to a duel. Kissing Mako when he wasn’t hers to kiss. Sowing seeds of jealousy in her heart instead of compassion. Wanting to be right so badly that she destroyed Asami’s family in the process.
The look on Bolin’s face when she broke his heart. The look on Asami’s when hers was broken.
Being afraid of being afraid.
“Underestimating Amon.”
But more than that, underestimating herself—in that she needed the support of the people who loved her to have the strength to do whatever she would have to in order to stop him.
It was a mistake she would never make again.
